We could always imagine… but we can’t. We can only breathe and rise. We react to elements, as our substances react to other substances. Sometimes..
The time of snow and shadow was upon us, and the jubilant hag who sits atop my ribs and skips stones in my blood made..
Once upon an aching autumn, I set out to find the soft and rotten center of the human story. I clawed at the rank mud..
Some say the gods left these lands long ago, but I say the land is god. This wild solstice, I say they are still here...
Lean close, lover. I have a confession you simply must hear before that haunted day of fire and debauchery swallows us both whole. The weather..
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